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"A virile guy like you," you say to Mr. Crassle as you massage his cock through his pants, "I figure you need a little more time with a girl like me."

"Mmm," he murmurs with a smile, but says nothing else.

You pull the fabric of his pants tight around the head of his cock and then lightly dance your fingertips across the bulbous bulge.

"Why don't we get out of here Mr. Crassle," you suggest. "Go somewhere a little more private."

"I don't think my wife would appreciate that," he whispers and cuts his gaze to Cynthia across the table.

You slowly lean forward, your lips brushing against his ear, your fingers still massaging his straining prick. You let your warm breath tickle his face for a few seconds and then reply, "I bet Cynthia can't drain your balls like me."

"Alright, alright," he concedes. "Fuck, you are hot as hell. Alright."

You lean back and smile with satisfaction.

"Look," it's his turn to lean over to you, "do you know that motor lodge off the freeway? The one over by the video store."

"Yes," you reply.

"Meet me there, one half hour," he says. "I'll pretend to get called to one of my sites. You think of an excuse to ditch Ernie."

"I'll see you there, Hugh," you whisper.

True to his word, Mr. Crassle fakes a call on his phone from one of his construction jobs. He excuses himself from the table, leaves money for the check and for his wife to catch a cab. He departs with a last glance and a wink in your direction. You return the wink.

"Are you ready to go?" Asks Ernie after a minute or two.

You climb into Mr. Wood's truck next to the stout older man. As you drive back to the neighborhood you share you can sense that he wants to invite you back to his house. As you approach your street he blurts it out.

"Joy," he says, glancing at the spot where the hem of your summer dress gives way to your toned thigh. "Would you like to come inside for a little bit? I mean, you had a lot to drink, I don't...maybe you shouldn't..."

He wants to fuck you. It's pretty obvious. Now you've got two men waiting for your attentions, but only enough time for one of them.